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Street Tower Ladies
04:18
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Listen for I have a story to tell
all about a girl I knew
Who changed for me time and my water into wine
The pictures in my mind I drew
The olive eyes that I saw through, are gone.
Her name was Virginia she lived in my dreams
and darling what a dream it was
But lock from the start in the prison of my heart
Lost to love and sin, never should have let her in
But around the old opera house we wandered for hours
All your street tower ladies were unplottable
And I can't believe all these moments they've passed
Cause darling these days I live fast
But oh my love I'll soon be gone
I feel like a vagabond
Leaving everything I used to know
In the floorboards
And underneath the starlit skies
Your hair fell into your eyes
Slowly lifted it with my right hand
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Your Father
03:52
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Met you by the opera house
Searching for my soul
Dragged me deeper down the rabbit hole
Said goodbye beneath the stairs
Had to catch your plane
I dreamed of you upon the TGV
Never one like you
In all the years I’ve roamed
The sun it is falling your father is calling you home
Over mountains to the city
On the salt sea side
Chapel where a man once took his bride
And now your father shakes my hand
I wonder if he knows
As he irons out all the creases in my clothes
Standing there in your
Dress of scarlet red
Into the evening your father is going to bed
Then the rain it fell
In the nighttime I remember well
On the seaside I was falling through
As we slowly stumbled two by two
But in the nighttime we try to be
Older than we are
Drew upon my drivers license card
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Silas
03:50
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I remember
On that morning
Hiding my face
Running my hands
Through my hair oh where am i and what have I become?
On the train to
Barcelona
I can see it
In the window
How the mountains silhouetted
by the rising scarlet sun are
breaking apart my reflections
What have I become?
Through my hair oh where am I and what have I become?
You're running your hands through my hair oh where am I and what have I become?
Through my hair oh where am I and what have I become?
Running my hands through my hair oh where am I and what have I become?
Met a man from
East Atlanta
I think that he's
Got my number
Head of white hair,
Transylvania,
I think that she
Sees right through me
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Barcelona Sunrise
05:12
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Looking down upon the
Spanish hills and streets below
Breaking through your window
And through your hair, making it glow
Barcelona Sunrise
Send my spirit back to me
Take me down the path that leads from
The broken mirror of your sea
Oh, I know I've slept too late once more
Never seen a face like this before
Daughter of the sun, don't pass me by
If you find me lying on your shore
Oh, I'm sorry Virginia, don't tell me I already know
The day it is breaking the sun it is starting to show
Oh, I know that another is there with you behind the door
Sagrada Familia towering over my head, alone in your bed
Barcelona Sunrise
On my face I feel you burn
I am nothing but a shadow
Lead me not to my return
For I know I have lost control
Colors once so bright now all seem dull
Please just go back from whence you came
Now all i want is yesterday.
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Amor Eterno
03:30
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Podrá nublarse el sol eternamente;
Podrá secarse en un instante el mar;
Podrá romperse el eje de la tierra
Como un débil cristal.
¡todo sucederá! Podrá la muerte
Cubrirme [con su fúnebre crespón;]
Pero jamás en mí podrá apagarse
La llama de tu amor.
-Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836-1870)
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